I have every conversation of ours engrained in my mind, but I can't quite figure out where we went wrong.
Is it wrong for me to miss you when I never truly had you?
I hate that it had to be you, you in all your courteous guy glory
But if anyone could make me realise how unfit I am to love, I'm glad it was you
In a wretched way, the pain was an epiphany and it was time I stopped pretending I meant anything to you.
You say the distance was too much for you, did you mean the one between us or our hearts?
I longed to feel the warmth of love tugging at my heartstrings, but now I fear they're too taut too feel anything but strain.
When I gave you an out, I never did expect you to take it, never thought you'd want to. But I suppose I was never enough to make you stay, never enough to make you change your mind.
How do I move on?
How do i move on when all my soul yearns for is you yet it has never truly known you?
How do i rid myself of the remnants of your existence, remnants i hold close to the essence of my being yet am entirely repulsed by?
